by D. D. Wyatt
I knew what to do, we had danced this dance before. I circled my hands around the impressive girth of his shaft, my tongue giving the first flick at the spongy head and tasting the briny masculine flavor of his arousal.
“Yeah, baby. Suck that cock.” Derek’s hands were already on the back of my head, drilling his hips forward, nudging his greedy cock at my lips. I opened, slipping my tongue around the defined ridge of the head as he pressed quickly forward, sliding the engorged meat over my tongue.
I quickly began pumping the lower part of his shaft with both my hands. Yes, both. I could fit both my hands on his length as I had him in my mouth he was that fucking huge. There was no way I could take him all down my throat, so I usually just spit like crazy and pumped with my hands, doing the best I could to suck as much of him inside my mouth as possible without completely suffocating myself.
“Oh yeah…” He moaned as I worked him with everything I had. The smell of stale smoke and god knows what else coming up and around me from my place on that nasty, sticky floor. For whatever reason, the whole thing turned me on. Being on this disgusting floor with the cock of some guy I only know from a few half drunk fuck sessions driving down my throat clenched my pussy like he was some fucking knight in shining armor. My panties were already soaking wet, I could feel them sticking between my folds as my body thumped and pulsed kneeling in front of him.
What was worse, is I knew what was coming next and I was still here and still wet. His mile long cock began driving down my throat until I choked and gagged, the taste of bile tickling the back of my throat. My body was covered in sweat as I heard Derek begin to pant and face fuck me harder and harder.
“What the fuck’s the matter with you, you fucking whore! Don’t you know how to suck a cock?? Quit choking like a little girl!!”
He slammed into my face and tiny white lights began to twinkle in my eyes. The force of his thick shaft and swollen head finding no way to go any deeper and the switch was beginning to flip in the mild mannered Derek.
“Stand the fuck up you fucking bitch!!!” Spit showered me from above as he pulled at my hair, his cock still deep in my throat, my hands desperately trying to guide it out of my mouth before my teeth touched him. That had happened once before, and he was not pleased.
“Don’t you know how to fucking suck a cock? Stupid whore. Can’t you make me come with your fucking mouth??” He screamed and his face turned to a red shade of fury.
My heart drummed in my chest, I wasn’t sure why, but I always came back for more. Every time it turned like this, and I had no excuse. I was here for more and my pulse flowed with fire and ice as Derek’s eyes filled with danger.
“Answer me you fucking cunt.” Spit flew off his lips wetting my face with each venomous word.
“No, I don’t. I tried…” My words a whisper.
“Fucking fat girl. You’re fucking lucky I stick my cock in that nasty little pussy of yours. Is that what you want? You don’t want to make me cum with your mouth because then I won’t fuck you? Right??!!”
I nodded as he tore at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. My huge breasts bouncing and the big pink circles hardening into small peaks.
The pounding between my legs was screaming by now. Derek peeled off his shirt reveling his own lean hard form, every sinuous muscle tight and furious with his lust and anger.
Standing there shaking in front of him, I crossed my arms over my naked body, not knowing what exactly was coming.
“Don’t fucking cover yourself. Get your fucking pants down if you want my cock. I’m not doing all the fucking work.”
My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned the top button, the soft generous flesh of my belly pushing out over the tight waist of my jeans. The zipper lowered almost on it’s own from the pressure of the tight fabric and I looped my fingers at the top, pulling down as my body trembled.
I could hear his breathing as I bend down to pull my pants off my legs, leaving my panties in place.
“Nice. Good girl. Now, beg me to fuck you. Say please.” His dark eyes narrowed as he stroked his long cock.
“Please fuck me.” My voice a shadow of a whisper.
“What the fuck was that you little princess. I said BEG. Do you know what that means?”
I was never sure if this was just a little game we played, or if Derek was truly a psychopath but something about it made me so fucking hot. The danger, the degrading way he talked to me it fucking made my heart pound with fear and primal lust. The lips of my pussy tingling and throbbing as I looked at his eyes.
“God, please, Derek. Please will you fuck me? I need it so bad, I need your cock…”
His predatory gaze make my skin crawl as one strong arm reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until stars danced in my eyes and all I could see was the dirty black ceiling of the stinking room. His grip was iron and I shuddered at the pain as he spun me around, pulling at my hair.
“Ow!” I whimpered.
“Shut up bitch. Open your legs.”
He pushed my head down and the weight of my breasts swung freely under my body as I shifted my hips and feet to open my legs.
“That’s a good little cunt. Look at that….mmmm.”
I moaned as his fingers dove into my dripping folds.
“You’re a wet little pussy. I guess you like it rough don’t you Katrina.??”
I nodded, only because I knew if I didn’t it would only take longer and I wanted him. Now, inside me, that giant piece of meat.
Tightening his grip on my hair, the tendons in my neck screaming as the first brush of his cock head met with my soaking hot entrance. He teased me, running the engorged helmet up and down, spreading my lubrication higher until he toyed with my ass hole.
“You want me to fuck your little ass??”
A true wave of panic washed over me. I didn’t mind the rough sex, the nasty talk, but I DID NOT want him to stick that monster in my ass. I had only been with a couple other guys before in my life, and I NEVER let any of them fuck me in the ass. I certainly wasn’t going to let Derek be the first.
“NO! NO, fuck my cunt, please Derek. PLEASE.”
My heart was beating like I was running for my life and I could feel each beat down inside my clenching canal. Waiting, willing him to push his veiny hulking cock into me as he jerked on my hair and guided the tip of his meat into my dripping pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me to stop.”
“AHHHH!!!!” Derek slammed the first stroke of his gigantic shaft as deep as he could, tearing into me, not even giving me a second to adjust to his enormous size.
After the insertion, he moved his ragged fingernails to dig into my hip as he pulled and tore at my hair, riding me like a terrified donkey. The tension in my gut frantically building into a roaring lion between my legs. The full length of his cock banging at my cervix, sending waves of pain and sweat over my body as my breasts swung violently below.
I heard my own moans as he sawed in and out as though I was no more than a piece of meat. Derek growled and ravaged me with every inch of his length. My body clenching and consuming him as my own liquid arousal was dripping down my inner thighs.
His cock head was swelling inside me, and the sensation of his dick pressing so deeply, swirled into a vortex of dark need, swiftly gathering together in that one focused spot inside my body. Everything else fell away as I rode out each pillaging thrust, my mind reeled as the tension gathered and I drove my hips back, taking him in harder and harder.
“Fucking bitch, that’s right, fuck my cock, you like that don’t you??”
His vile words spun me over the edge and everything else became muffled as my body shivered and jerked, the tension unbound and exploded in a giant depraved climax that shook my hips as he drilled me from behind.
“Ohhhhh…” I cried out, riding each wave of my decadent climax as my wet canal pulsed and milked his driving cock inside me.
“Fuck y
eah….fuck…turn around bitch!”
My mind still reeling with my own primal release, Derek pulled his cock from my dripping recesses and spun me around, dragging my face down by the hair in front of his beast cock.
He stroked the head a few more times as he pushed my face lower, I fell onto my knees again on the sticky floor.
“Open your mouth!” As soon as he spoke, copious amounts of hot, thick cum began to shoot out of his jerking cock head, spraying my tongue and face with more white liquid than I had ever seen before. It just kept coming and coming, covering me until I could barely see out of one eye and my mouth was full of the briny flavor.
“Don’t you waste it bitch. Swallow every drop. Clean my cock with your mouth.”
It didn’t take much longer and we were both up and our clothes back in place.
“Nice fuck Kat. See ya. I gotta get to work. Don’t want the boss to come looking for us.” He tilted his head and gave me a little smile. Then out the door he went, leaving me standing there with cum in my face and hair, the haze of my buzz lessening and leaving me feeling dark and pathetic.
“How you gonna get out of here now?” I looked around the small dark room to see if I could find a napkin or something, but there was nothing. I pulled my shirt up from my waist as high as I could and began the disgusting job of trying to clean myself of Derek’s now drying cum that clung to every inch of my face.
Fuck.
I picked my phone out of my purse, to see a text from Jenette, one of the dancers.
‘Gotta go. Not sure where you are bitch. :-) I’m leaving.’
“Awesome.” No Jenette, no ride, no place to stay.
Jenette and I weren’t exactly friends, but she did give me a ride home most days considering her home was also my home right now. See, I wasn’t too great at paying my bills, most of my spare time was spent with my friends Grey Goose and blunt. It wasn’t a combination that made for a super successful financial portfolio. I was lucky Jesse had taken me in and let me work here. Otherwise, I would really be shit outta luck.
After Kent died, there was a year or more that I barely remember. Wandering around drunk, staying with friends. Sometimes waking up in someone’s house and having no idea how I got there. Jesse just kept showing up, like a magician when I was really low. He offered to let me stay with him, but honestly, I was just too embarrassed. When he offered me the job, that was a score. Money and booze, so here I am and I think it made him feel better he could at least keep an eye on me.
Now, I was stuck. No ride, no place to stay and cum all over my face. So, I hatched a brilliant plan. I would just stay here in the back room until they cleaned up and closed. Then, I could just drink and sleep here. Jesse’s office was really nice and had a big, clean sofa. For a guy that owned strip clubs, he sure didn’t let himself get down in the dirt with most everyone else that worked and came in here. From what I saw working here (and everything the girls that worked here said) Jesse never even took any nookie from them. No one, ever. And he could, all he would have to do is tip his head and call out a name and they would come running. He was that fucking sexy. The fact he was so untouchable and unattainable only made it that much worse.
Strange, but it only made him more of a god in my eyes. A god that I would never have any chance of having. So, I worshiped him from afar. Not much had changed for me since I was about 12 when it came to Jesse.
That was the big reason I didn’t want to stay with him when he offered after Kent died. He was straight, clean and tough. I knew he would never put up with me running around drunk and disorderly most of the time.
“Kat! Wake up!”
The screaming in my head was only as bad as the violent thirst in my mouth. My tongue felt like it was wearing a wool sweater as I tried desperately to make sense of the voice that seemed hell bent on my destruction.
“What??” I waved my hands over my face, trying to stop any and all light and noise from reaching my senses.
“Get up.” The voice was coming into focus as the waves of panic rushed over me.
The worst part of a hangover isn’t the nausea, head ache, muscle strains that you have no idea how you got. Nope. It is that moment when you wake up, the tiny fingers of awareness start to tap inside your brain and then the floodgates open and all the stupid shit you said and did the night before washes over you like a warm, fetid bucket of distilled, choppy memories. I would rather be drenched in my own vomit than have to have another morning that began with the realization that all the nightmares I thought I dreamed were actually reality.
“Fuck. Stop!!” Whoever was there was shaking me and pulling the blanket off and every cell in my body screamed for more sleep. There was no possible way I was ready to wake up. The room was spinning and I pressed my face down into the cushions, realizing suddenly where I had slept and that it was more than likely Jesse trying to wake me up.
Waves of shame engulfed me as I could feel my face with my hands as I tried to cover it. The foul flakes of Derek’s dried cum still covering me.
I could smell him. Jesse that is. The scent of his deep masculine musky cologne filling my nose and only adding to my self disgust.
“Go away!!” I screamed.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. You are in my god damn office. Wake the fuck up Kat.” His voice like a caged animal, just waiting for the right moment and someone was going to pay. I think it was me.
“Just give me a few minutes. GOD DAMN!!”
“I SAID GET UP.”
“OWWW!! Stop!!!” His iron grip was on my arm, pulling it from my face and letting the evil light meet my red rimmed eyes. He pulled me up until I was in a semi-sitting position, desperately trying to make sense of how I got here and now how I was going to get out of here. But, first, I needed a drink, like now.
I could hear Jesse move and I heard the squeak of his chair behind his desk. Good, he had already given up on me and was moving on to his work. What the fuck time is it anyway??
“Shit.” I leaned forward, rubbing my hands on my face, then trying to push my hair back but it was stuck. Crusted onto my face with the remnants of my loving encounter with Derek. I tried to push my self up, I needed to get to the bathroom and out to the bar for a glass of ice water and a shot of something to take the edge off.
Opening my eyes just as much as absolutely necessary, I looked over not to find Jesse busy at his desk working, but staring me down, his hands folded perfectly in his lap as his eyes burned across the room. The carved steel of his jaw flexing as I thought about how fucking handsome he was. I used to dream about him when I was younger, I so badly wanted him to notice me but I was always just Kent’s little sister, nothing more. But, my belly still flipped over on itself whenever I saw him. Right now, a rush of sweat covered me as his fierce presence dominated the energy in the office.
“What? I fell asleep. I didn’t have a ride and…” Desperate to form some sort of realistic story, my mind was in no condition for this sort of effort.
Fuck it. I gotta get a drink.
With a deep exhale, I pushed up off the sofa, stumbled for a few steps before reaching out for the door handle.
“Sit your ass down.” Jesse intoned from behind his desk.
“Shut up. I need a drink and I…” He bolted up from his seat, banged both his fists on the top of the desk, making me jump and lose my balance.
“Sit your ass down I said.” His booming voice echoed inside the room and in my head.
“Jesus, Jesse. What the fuck.” His dark eyes cut into me as I shuffled back toward the couch, my head screaming with every step. I could see the veins in his neck and forehead pulsing as he stared me down. I made my way back to the sofa and flopped down, exhaling loudly.
“Do you have any idea who you are hurting Kat?”
“What? What do you mean? I’m not hurting anyone.” I looked up, pulling my eyebrows together.
“You’re a selfish brat Katrina. Everything your brother gave up to raise you and this is wher
e you end up. Don’t you remember your parents? Don’t you remember why you got taken away and ended up, luckily, with Kent?”
“YES! Jesse! Who the fuck are you? It’s none of your god damn business what I do. You don’t want me to work here? Then I’ll go. But, I don’t need the fucking lecture, okay?” White bullets of pain shot through my head.
Jesse rose slowly from behind the desk, his eyes darting from me down toward his balled up fists and I felt a quick jab of stark fear as his ominous size and presence suddenly dominated my every sense.
“It’s over Kat. Done. I know what happened with Derek in the VIP.”
My stomach sank. He was being an ass, but he was all I had. Something had always seemed to bring us back together and he was the safest thing in my life. I was so embarrassed. But, how could he know? No one even saw us go in there.
“What do you know? I didn’t do anything with Derek.” My snotty tone reverberated around us. I was just a little kid again, my big brother’s best friend who I had been in love with for ten years staring at me at probably my lowest point in my life. Cum dried in my hair, no home, no car, no real friends, nothing. Nobody. That little girl inside of me that never had parents that loved her, that always felt abandoned and unlovable, needed to fiercely defend her heart right now.
I could see the fire behind Jesse’s eyes and I knew the power he commanded.
“I watched Katrina.” His eyes looked over his shoulder and he pulled open a long door on a wooden cabinet. Inside, I watched in horror as the flicker of ten small security monitors stared back at me. “You set off the alarm when you left the VIP and came in here. You’re the only other person that has a key to my office. When you punched in your code wrong twice to turn off the alarm, the system called me. I watched your little video from home.”
The depth of his disappointment clear in the dark focus of his eyes as I shook on the sofa, meeting his gaze an impossible task.
“So what. What does it matter? You gonna arrest me? Trespassing? Do whatever. I’m going.” I clenched my stomach muscles and pushed as hard as I could with my legs, praying I could stand and take the few steps needed out the door.
